Anakin slammed Ahsoka against the wall of their small room, his mouth hard on hers. He pulled up her legs and pushed against her wanting more than he should take. Pulling her fingers through his hair she yanked his head away from her face, she stared into his eyes.

"Stop," she breathed hard.

He stared back, his eyes only focused on consuming her. His lips in their natural pout ached as he tried to bring them together. Anakin panted before taking a deep swallowing breath. Ahsoka touched his face tenderly; bringing her forehead to his.

"I'm sorry," He smiled, still breathy, "You have no idea what it's like."

Ahsoka curled in; kissed his lips and let him taste her. She broke from their lip lock to plant her lips against the crook of his neck and behind his ear.

"What it is like?" She whispered against his hair.

"I...can't explain," Anakin mumbled pulling her into his body, "Let's go to sleep."

Together they lay down on the small bed leaving the above bunk empty; he pulled his padawan closer letting his breath pool against her shoulder. He let his mind go blank, meditating for the first time since he was a youngling. Than Ahsoka pushed against him and he quickly moved from her.

"What is it?" Ahsoka jetted with a soft voice.

Anakin sat up bringing his legs up closer to his chest; hiding the very thing that gave him away. She placed her hand on his thigh and pulled the leg towards her nudging him. He pulled her by the back of the neck and kissed her very lips that attempted to voice her thoughts. Placing his naked hand against her lekku he pushed his thoughts to her in hopes it may connect.

"Anakin?" She asked again, her eyes held no new information.

He smiled at her again, calming himself, the blood returning to his mind.

"We should get some rest," He reminded her, his master voice returning to him.

He climbed off the bed and stiffly stood up; he began to clamber up the ladder for the top bunk. Ahsoka watched him go, she felt like kicking herself. She didn't like it when Anakin would turn off his passion the moment she showed any sign of being frigid. She turned over feeling strange to this realization. Was he perhaps simply playing the field for new game and would she fall away once he was done with her? She shivered at the thought. Ahsoka pulled the blanket around her neck and chewed her cheek.

"Ahsoka," Anakin spoke out in the darkness, "I want you to know, I respect when you tell me to stop."

Her throat leapt into her mouth, could he read minds like that? She rolled to her back and stared up through the mattress towards her master.

"You can read minds?"

"I said I was powerful," he teased, "no, but I had a strange feeling you were upset."

His face appeared suddenly from the side of her bunk. Upside down to Ahsoka, his very hair dangling down around him. The locks caused his face to be cast in shadow, but his voice was light and slightly playful. She smiled at him, feeling almost better, the fact that they had to continue their mission tomorrow did cause her some aguish.

"What's wrong?" Anakin asked pulling himself down from the bed, he sat next to her.

"No it's really nothing; I just wish we were on the battle front."

"It's pretty awkward around her huh," His voice agreed, the ambiance became warmer.

"She just seems so bitter," Ahsoka said quietly, but the sentence was merely inner dialogue spoken aloud.

It was only natural Padme would be bitter; being rejected or left would hurt. Emotion, it was powerful, something Ahsoka didn't want to play with. Hers were already out of check since she became Anakin's pupil; the council warned her and had punished her for it. Not listening, trying to save one life over more... selfishness all hiccupped her training. Anakin argued her and told her to feel emotions that they were a part of being a Jedi, a person, being human. She would have to remind him she was not human. He didn't seem to think that should matter, he of course held his emotions by the hand. Anakin let them control him in a lot of situations.

"Come on," Anakin cooed pulling himself under her blankets, "Let's just enjoy this time we have together right now."

Outside the weather continued to rage on, the rain pounding against the glass attempting to break its way in. The wind its partner, gnawing away at the building shaking any loose parts it could get its hands on. The whole affair was quite an interesting affect to the inclination and digressions of their conversation.

"Master," Ahsoka spoke so softly.

"Mhh," he replied against her head tails.

"Do ever feel something really bad is coming, something really dark?" her voice was barely audible, her lips were slightly dry.

She wasn't sure why she felt like speaking about her dreams and thoughts that caused her to feel fear...but the weather must have brought it out of her. She turned to look at Anakin, his eyes already closed and his face relaxed.

"Like one day," he continued with her, "one day there won't be any Jedi."

She shuddered at the thought, but it was a feeling from the force that bothered her. With all her heart she didn't want to believe this feeling, she wanted to be wrong. That couldn't happen, she told herself, the universe would fall apart without Jedi...wouldn't it?

"Go to sleep," His voice grew cold.

Something was different inside him, whether that would pull him away from Ahsoka he didn't know. He wanted to push away the need to be attached. The fear of losing what he loved, his power, this was something he battled with, something he would have to overcome to push away the dark side or else it could consume him entirely.

A/N: Please don't be mad, this was all I could do. I have a lot of reading to do. I'll try and get another chapter up tomorrow. Tell me what you think, more sex and less sexual tension? More talk or inner dialogue? [Let me know] REVIEW MY LOVELY READERS.... especially you Poolday!